TO BRIGHTON 



you would be deceived did you attempt to walk 

 thither ! The ascent here in front seems nothing, 

 but you must rest before you have reached a third 

 of the way up. Ditchling Beacon there, on the 

 left, is the very highest above the sea of the whole 

 mighty range, but so great is the mass of the hill 

 that the glance does not realise it. 



Hope dwells there, somewhere, mayhap, in the 

 breeze, in the sward, or the pale cups of the hare- 

 bells. Now, having gazed at these, we can lean 

 back on the cushions and wait patiently for the sea. 

 There is nothing else, except the noble sycamores 

 on the left hand just before the train draws into 

 the station. 



The clean dry brick pavements are scarcely less 

 crowded than those of London, but as you drive 

 through the town, now and then there is a glimpse 

 of a greenish mist afar off between the houses. 

 The green mist thickens in one spot almost at the 

 horizon ; or is it the dark nebulous sails of a 

 vessel ? Then the foam suddenly appears close 

 at hand a white streak seems to run from house 

 to house, reflecting the sunlight ; and this is 

 Brighton. 



" How different the sea looks away from the 



pier ! " It is a new pleasure to those who have 



been full of gaiety to see, for once, the sea itself. 



Westwards, a mile beyond Hove, beyond the coast- 



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